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Okay, i had an apple smoothie and no longer feel like everything is on fire. So!! I think im just gonna go for it. Gonna clean all the old stuff up an just go HAM on writing stories. No more stalling!!

I dont have the time to waste on endlessly wondering which decision is the right one. Im just gonna fucking do it and see where it goes.

Wow, I sure love watching the entire internet slowly get censored more and more. Wowee sure love watching YT turn into a shithole that I wont be able to succeed on at this rate.

Sigh... Animation quite often gets marked as "for kids" even when it very much has blood and gore and shit. And with all this ID bullshit Youtube is pulling, watching animation videos would just get ppl marked as under 18 by this new, genius ai.

Fucking hell, am I cursed or something??? I swear, everytime I wanna try and make this YT thing work, SOMETHING has to come up. First it was Act 13, then COPPA and now THIS????

Third time is supposed to be the charm but for WHOM? For the universe in its desperate attempts to stop me???

FUck.

Im swearing a lot in this cause all this censorship bullshit is pissing me off.

Anyway... Honestly asking for your opinions. Would it be wiser to just give up on that dream for now? Writing is a hell of a lot easier than animating and drawing.

And I do actually have a whole bunch of content written from a few years ago. It was meant to be for a Patreon I wanted to create. Its just been sitting and collecting digital dust. But I could clean it up a little to my current standards and have a lot of stuff ready to go...

It would also be good to find some other websites to post my writing on. I've discovered Ream Stories and Royal Road recently, but if you guys have any other suggestions I'd love to hear them.

Any advice????

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Wow, I sure love watching the entire internet slowly get censored more and more. Wowee sure love watching YT turn into a shithole that I wont be able to succeed on at this rate.

Sigh... Animation quite often gets marked as "for kids" even when it very much has blood and gore and shit. And with all this ID bullshit Youtube is pulling, watching animation videos would just get ppl marked as under 18 by this new, genius ai.

Fucking hell, am I cursed or something??? I swear, everytime I wanna try and make this YT thing work, SOMETHING has to come up. First it was Act 13, then COPPA and now THIS????

Third time is supposed to be the charm but for WHOM? For the universe in its desperate attempts to stop me???

FUck.

Im swearing a lot in this cause all this censorship bullshit is pissing me off.

Anyway... Honestly asking for your opinions. Would it be wiser to just give up on that dream for now? Writing is a hell of a lot easier than animating and drawing.

And I do actually have a whole bunch of content written from a few years ago. It was meant to be for a Patreon I wanted to create. Its just been sitting and collecting digital dust. But I could clean it up a little to my current standards and have a lot of stuff ready to go...

It would also be good to find some other websites to post my writing on. I've discovered Ream Stories and Royal Road recently, but if you guys have any other suggestions I'd love to hear them.

Any advice????

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Short Prompt #1392

“Whumpee… What is this?” as Whumper spoke, they trailed a finger down the scalp of a decapitated head. It was placed on their work desk, sitting neatly in a metal tray.

Whumpee answered their master anxiously. “They tried to break into your home, Master. So, I took care of them.”

A contemplating hum left Whumper’s lips. Eventually, they eyed their pet with delight. “Splendid work, sweetheart. I am pleased.”

Their pet looked ecstatic at the praise, and Whumper felt a great satisfaction. Finally, they got to see the results of Whumpee’s training. Whumper could now say with certainty, that Whumpee was theirs.

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Short Prompt #1391

Silence.

It rang heavily in Hero’s ears. The absolute wrongness of it squeezed at their heart like a snake, threatening to crush the lively organ into pulp.

“Where is everyone?”

The thought alone was dreadful. An entire city, emptied in what felt like the blink of an eye, without a soul in sight. Was Hero… too late?

Their battle with Villain had pulled them past the city border, far into the woods surrounding it. They had lost sight of it for such a short moment…

“H-How could this happen…?” the hero muttered anxiously, whipping around from side to side. The whole place felt like a graveyard.

“Do you like it?” another voice questioned from behind, a familiar voice.

Hero’s eyes narrowed. “Villain–!”

They paused. Villain was… not there?

“Hero…”

They swiveled around. Nothing.

“Hero…” the villain’s voice drawled, echoing all around, “...do you like it?”

Something new clawed at their heart.

Fear.

“Do I like… what?”

An ominous chuckle dragged its way through their bones.

“Do you like your new home?”

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Yeeesss!! A lovely prompt fill!

Its been a long time since I've seen someone use one of my prompts, and it brought a smile to my face, so thank you for writing it! <3

Also that last line?! Absolute banger. You got me good with that!

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Prompt by @some-messed-up-writing-for-you!

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Hero soared through the sky, cape whipping around behind them. Their eyes scanned the cityscape in search of trouble and thankfully found none, bringing a pleased smile to their face.

A few civilians waved at them from down below, cheering at the sight of them. Hero waved back. They were practically oozing happiness, beaming like a second sun in the sky.

And of course, Villain had to come in and ruin it like usual.

Villain flew next to them easily, as if it was their birthright.

“Don't you think Becca is being a bit excessive with the yellow? Surely you'd see the sign without it.”

“What?”

Villain pointed towards one of hero's fans; They were holding up a sign that read Thank you Hero!! in these big, yellow letters. Hero's heart bloomed with warmth and villain, ever so helpful, was quick to dump ice all over it.

“Surely you remember your fans' names?”

“Well, i–"

“Because I have them alphabetised.”

With a flourish, a folder appeared, one full of people's names and pictures.

“Okay. . .” Hero said, “This is a bit much. Even for you.”

The Villain scoffed.

“I have these with permission. But now that you mention it, your fans had no issue barging into my lair. You might wanna tell them to be a little more polite.”

Surely they didn't hear them right. Their fans were very polite.

Did they. . .surely they didn't go inside their lair? What about the security system, the guards, the weapons?

If there was a way to mask their fear, their panic, their everything from the Villain, the hero had never found it. They knew nothing of how to not present their messiness on a silver platter.

“God, you're dramatic. Where's your Inhaler?”

Had ttheir fans gone to Villain's lair, thinking it was safe just because the Hero had visited once? Had they gotten hurt? Watched others get hurt?

“I swear,” Villain snapped, annoyedly searching their pocket. “I have to do everything. Have you ever actually flown with it with you? You're such a flying hazzard.”

They shoved a small object towards Hero, before the latter could even blink.

“Don’t expect me to keep bringing it, cause I won't.”

By the time Hero's eyes had focused, the inhaler had grown warm under the sun. They did keep forgetting, but what was worse was that the Villain never did.

“I. . .yeah. Yeah, okay.”

Under clear skies, and so close, the Villain's features looked far softer than they'd ever seen them.

“What are you doing here?” Hero finally asked, making them tense up.

“You don’t own the sky hero. I can fly freely too."

A chuckle left them unwilling and free.

Civilians were still looking up at the two of them, some leaning close to each other to whisper. It's not like the hero could hear them.

They must have mad quite the sight.

“I take it you didn't hurt them, then.”

“Of course I didn't. You know I never turn down gifts.”

The hero blinked.

“Gifts?”

“For going easy on you,” the villain said, leisurely examining their nails. “And of course, for being your favourite nemesis.”

“I'm not– you're not– . . .You go easy on me?”

The sun set behind them, and it was almost like the Villain was blushing.

“That isn't important. What's important is that you tell your fans to stay away. My sidekick saw his daughter amongst your fans, he nearly fainted. He's fine," they added as an afterthought.

An odd sense of care swirled in them, even if they didn't mean for anyone to worry.

“I'll let them know.”

The inhaler sat in Villain's hands now, secure in delicate fingers. The hero didn't know why they stared for so long.

“You know. . .I could use some company. The Sky is awfully boring if you fly alone."

“I guess I can extend my morning flight."

“Great.” It was impossible for Hero not to smile. “You don't need to fly right next to me though.”

“I do. Besides. . .”

The Villain's eyes went low, scanning over the city, and for the first time since they came here, not daring to meet Hero's gaze.

The inhaler still glinted under the light.

“I hear it's the safest place to be.”

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Tumblr meanwhile lets us eat so many goddamn cookies (reblogs) that the whole house (blog) gets flooded to the brim with packaging.

And neither of us cleans it up until ao3 comes home to shame our trash goblin tendencies

Also you think you're gonna get home-made cookies?? Tumblr cant cook to save its life. The nourishment in this house comes either from ao3 or your millions of siblings (other bloggers)

the whole "ao3 and tumblr are our parents thing" is especially great considering the "you've already left kudos here." we are the petulant children who want more than one cookie and ao3 is saying no.

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Heya, just checking in, are ya alright? Youve been away a really long while, remembered you and realised how long havent seen notifs from you, you dont have to reply if ya dont want to, but would be happy to hear from you

Hello!

Worry not, I'm not dead or anything, just really tired and busy. I have a job now, and although its an easy one, it does require me to get up at like 4AM, which my night-owl-ass has not been dealing well with.

It's difficult to go to sleep early enough to get a full night's rest, and when I get back home, I've got crap to do around the house. So by the time I'm done with everything, I have no energy left most days for creative endevours 😅😔

HOWEVER! By the end of the year, this job may go bye-bye (cause the whole store is gonna close) ((maybe))

So, on the sparse days I do have the energy to do artsy stuff, I've been working on a youtube channel. It'll mostly be art, speedpaints, animation, etc.

Drawing is actually something I've been doing for WAAAYY longer than writing, like years longer. Although it definitely doesn't seem that way from this blog lol.

Man, this has turned into a whole-ass essay. Guess I just need to yap...

Anyway, living off of youtube and storytelling of some kind had always been the dream for me. (Even though my family is far from pleased by the idea LMAO)

I will make it happen! And I will come back to this blog someday!

I've got too many stories to tell to just abandon all of this!

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Short Prompt #1390

Ice and snow bit at Right Hand’s face, forcing them to pull their scarf up higher. The wind continued to howl regardless of their annoyance.

“Boss, I understand you’re immune to the cold,” they grumbled, eyeing the villain. “...But I can’t say the same for the rest of us.”

The henchmen around them wouldn’t dare complain, but it was pretty obvious the temperature was getting to them. Still, they worked hard on excavating the site.

“Bah, you humans… so delicate,” Villain growled softly, but acknowledged the concern with a huff. “Fine, we’re done for the day.”

Somewhere not too far away, a certain sidekick was hiding in the snow. They were totally going to ambush the enemy, impress Hero, and DEFINITELY not get caught in five seconds!

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Short Prompt #1389

“Buddy, I know I look very scary right now,” Hero said, trying to wipe off the blood of their teammates, “but if you want to get back home, you’ll have to trust me.”

Villain’s child was… surprised to say the least. “You betrayed them? B-But Superhero–!”

“Yeah, if you don’t want to see them we gotta go. Now!”

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Short Prompt #1388

“A-Are you aware of what you just did?” the child asked Hero in shock, holding a hand up to their face.

“What? Is a tiny cut too much for Villain’s prodigy to handle?” There was no kindness in the hero’s voice—none of the softness you’d expect from them. “You think I care–”

BOOM!

An explosion sounded in the distance. Hero whipped around towards the door, tensing at the sudden onslaught of horrified screams.

Among them, one stood out. A roar filled with bloodlust, getting closer and closer.

“Oh-oh.” The child caught Hero’s attention again. “Dad’s really pissed off now.”

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Short Prompt #1387

“You would never betray me, right Human?” the god asked, looking over their follower. The mortal was so tiny from their perspective, easily fitting in their hand, where they sat even now.

“Of course I wouldn’t!” the human assured. They looked at their god in worry. “Have I… done anything to make you question my loyalty?”

The god sighed. “No, you haven’t done anything wrong. Some of the others, however…”

“Should I deal with them for you, my lord?”

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“I just write stuff” are we sure about that

I guess I do also draw now, don't I? 😅🖊️🖌️

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Short Prompt #1386

A lone sheep stood outside your door. It was silent, and deeply wrong. Wrong in a way that you couldn’t describe with words.

There was something… predatory about its gaze. It shouldn’t even be able to see you through the door and walls of your house, and yet its eyes followed you perfectly.

You watched through the doorbell camera. No matter where you went: left, right, up the stairs, down into the basement, it knew you were there.

Your fear grew in the heavy silence. What were you supposed to do here?